Real leaders ask hard questions and knock people out of their comfort zones and then manage the resulting distress.

The church of Jesus needs to wake up from the exile of passivity and embrace liminality and adventure or continue to remain a religious ghetto for culturally co-opted, fearful, middle-class folk.

Because we believe that somewhere in the nest of paradigms contained in the phrase "missional church" lies nothing less that the future viability of Western Christianity.

Building community for its own sake is like attending a cancer support group without having cancer.

You can do more with 12 disciples than with 1,200 religious consumers.

It's not so much that the church has a mission, it's that the mission of God has a church.

The safety-obsessed church lacks the inner dynamic to foster profound missional impact in our time.

A retreatist spirituality is not a spirituality that can, or will, transform the world in Jesus's name.

We will have to take risks, to chance failure, to be willing to walk away from the familiar paths that have brought us to this point.

Every Christian is a sent one. There is no such thing as an unsent Christian.

In missional churches, the baby birds have been pushed out of the nest and are learning to fly for themselves.

I like to remember what I have to be thankful for. When it gets bad, I usually list them out loud to my wife and myself. Helps me maintain a balanced perspective.

The game is not over until it is.

I'd rather come back with a few transcendent memories than an album of snapshots.

Could I use some butter and cheese and eggs in my cooking without going down some kind of hippie shame spiral? Yes. Of course I could.

Repentance may begin instantly, but reformation often requires a sphere of years.

I meditate and do yoga. I sit cross-legged and try not to levitate too much.

The concentration of all seven behind the stroke should be so strong that you know by feel when that stroke has varied his style or rating without the cox announcing it.

The only sin is stupidity.

Nothing meaningful or lasting comes without working hard at it.

So Ham's wife that was preserved on the Ark was a Negro of the seed of Cain and there was a priestly purpose in it, that the Devil would have a representation as well as God.